5.16.2012

As I click click
clicked up the brick walk, searching the coniferssearching for the hawk's nest(I could hear themscreeching like clarinetsthrough my office window)the anxious in my belly
began to dissipate.

Couldn't see them,
but I could still hear them,
bucketed in my car seat,windows down,guitars screeching,in reverse, then first,
second, third, I like
how the clutch feelsdriving in tall heels.

This poem came from something I tweeted yesterday: "I love the way the clutch feels when driving in tall heels." Southern Mike reacted to my tweet (I think by saying "dayum!") so I challenged him to write a poem, too. I think I like his better, please read:

Love it, Marian, and Mike's too. "I love how the clutch feels driving in high heels." One more experience I will not have this lifetime, hee hee. Last tiny low heels on my feet were back in 1964. Now I wear big boats on my feet, to keep me from toppling sideways:)

I can just picture you - the lady lawyer - power-dressing with the heels to match, clicking your way out of the office building (your poet's eye ready for a hawk or two) then vrooming away in your heels. Damn, lady!

I have never driven with heels but it does sound a bit sexy as you've described it. Loved the hawks.I saw a Bald eagle this morning, haven't seen one in a long time since we moved into town. Enjoyed this, thanks

I would love to try that sometime, but I couldn't walk from my garage door to the car in tall heels--it's a learned skill no one can take away from you, girl. Relish it. Loved this--total sense of freedom to it.

The two poems are just so different! I'd love to see them side by side in a book: the heeled and the observer of the heeled. Who has more fun, hmmmm? "Date night" is danger, attraction, and laughter, whereas "5-speed and high Heels" goes inside that same release to hear the clicks, screeches, instruments, birds, and the symphony of feeling from putting work away and letting the attractions loose.

I enjoyed both poems, but I liked yours best—it made me remember when I could wear heels and drive a 5-speed. So much more control, and so much more fun, to drive a car with a standard transmission, and so much more fun to wear heels.K

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